A Ã‚“reloadedÃ‚” post is a quick-clipped summary of a bunch of small things from the past few days. I want to write them down, but I am either lacking in (a) details or (b) time. ThatÃ‚’s just how it goes sometimes. Enjoy.
Catching Up With Super Heroes
I haven’t been to a lot of movies lately, and those I have attended have been largely G-rated kid-friendly shows — it goes along with the whole fatherhood gig. But Derek was in town last week and — to boot — stuck on a business trip on his birthday… so we went to a show. We went to Marvels: The Avengers, which turned out to be the epic culmination of a whole series of previous superhero movies, the plots co-joined into one big superhero extravaganza. The only problem was that I hadn’t seen any of the previous superhero movies — Iron Man, The Hulk, Thor, etc — that the Avengers storyline was building off of. I enjoyed it. It was an action-packed, turn-your-brain-off kind of movie, perfect for a guys night out — so how could I not? But, it left me a little lost, and so I ended up watching Thor on Netflix later on through the weekend — then catching up on some more of the delicate plot points via the six-year-old who lives next door when he dopped by to play with my daughter.
On Learning to Ride a Bike
Last summer we bought Claire a two-wheel bike, but we left the training wheels on and let her pedal gleefully around the local park path without learning much more in the way of cycling skills than any three-year-old might be expected to know about such matters. This summer we not only pulled the training wheels off, but took the advice of friends who’d had success with pedal-less bikes… and removed her pedals. For the past couple weeks we’ve gone through a progression starting from a point of absolute and tear-filled defeatism wherein she would stradle her bike and (had she known any real curse words I’m sure they would have been profusely explicative in our direction) screaming, through to the most recent outing where she would push-and-glide, coast down hills, and otherwise balance nearly perfectly around the park with her two parents and our dog running behind. I’m thinking that a re-attachement of the pedals is pending imminently.
Update: I wrote this post a few minutes before we went out for our evening bike ride. Long story short… pedals back on and I now have a kid who can ride a bicycle. (I uploaded some video to Google+ so circle me if you want to see it!)
Couching the Excessive Expectations of Kids
I get into the bad habit of thinking aloud sometimes. Around adults this is normally okay. But around kids, this can be dangerous. The thing is than idle speculation about say — “wouldn’t it be neat to build the dog a dog house” — or — “wouldn’t it be great to put a hole in our fence so all you kids could just climb back and forth between each other’s yards” — occasionally random, not-well-considered musings, then kids, at least the kids I know, tend to get hung up on the what-ifs and not at all worry about the impracticalities or costs. So, alas, it shouldn’t surprise me that Claire had an entire day planned out in her head this past weekend that revolved around designing, painting, and building a doghouse for Sparkle (which is not going to happen) or that the aforementioned neighbor kid now asks, shouting from atop his play-set, every time I come out into my backyard when I’m cutting a hole in his dad’s fence so he can come through and play. Expectations: apparently I need to manage those a bit better with so many impressionable minds around.
Relaxing with a Beer in Hand
And — on a modest note — one of the best(albeit too short) spans of the past weekend’s backyard time was just this… and hopefully requiring no more in way of explanation.